Oh hell. That was his mouth but that wasn’t him talking.
“Great. So according to the voices in my head, I’m losing it. Who’re you?” This was John Crichton attempting to be sane and civil. Run, Spot, run. "I'm John."
For all the movies and TV he’d seen where they swapped bodies, John couldn’t say he knew first-hand how to boot someone out, which was weird when you thought about it when it wasn’t even the first time he’d had someone in here using him as a human monkey suit. Having someone in here with him, though. That was a first. John could safely say he didn’t like it. It took him a while to realize that all those phantom aches and pains he was feeling? They weren’t even his – they felt like his but they were in places he hadn’t had the chance to go getting nailed in, say, another brawl with a critter with more tentacles than it had any right having in the first place and you missed out on all this? Lucky you. He kept getting a few flashes if he kept focusing on that other inside. Flashes of explosions, mostly. What smelled a lot like cow crap. What had to be the ugliest ship he ever laid eyes on. Seriously, it looked bolted together and ready to shake apart if you looked at it wrong.
He felt something shift in the back of his head, almost like someone was turning around to…he didn’t know. Look? John couldn’t tell if it was his passenger or what. We don’t want him here, John thought. Another person in here could ruin everything. He found himself trying to push the intruder out without even realizing he was doing it and it hadn’t sunk in that when he thought “we”, he didn’t mean Bucket of Bolts here.
Re: [Crichton and Mal]
“Great. So according to the voices in my head, I’m losing it. Who’re you?” This was John Crichton attempting to be sane and civil. Run, Spot, run. "I'm John."
For all the movies and TV he’d seen where they swapped bodies, John couldn’t say he knew first-hand how to boot someone out, which was weird when you thought about it when it wasn’t even the first time he’d had someone in here using him as a human monkey suit. Having someone in here with him, though. That was a first. John could safely say he didn’t like it. It took him a while to realize that all those phantom aches and pains he was feeling? They weren’t even his – they felt like his but they were in places he hadn’t had the chance to go getting nailed in, say, another brawl with a critter with more tentacles than it had any right having in the first place and you missed out on all this? Lucky you. He kept getting a few flashes if he kept focusing on that other inside. Flashes of explosions, mostly. What smelled a lot like cow crap. What had to be the ugliest ship he ever laid eyes on. Seriously, it looked bolted together and ready to shake apart if you looked at it wrong.
He felt something shift in the back of his head, almost like someone was turning around to…he didn’t know. Look? John couldn’t tell if it was his passenger or what. We don’t want him here, John thought. Another person in here could ruin everything. He found himself trying to push the intruder out without even realizing he was doing it and it hadn’t sunk in that when he thought “we”, he didn’t mean Bucket of Bolts here.